Land of the Free

In the land of the free, a boy was born

To immigrant parents, their struggles worn

He dreamed of making it big in the country scene

But as a songwriter, his songs remained unseen

His heart filled with gratitude for the opportunities here

In the United States, where dreams can appear

Though his path took a different turn than planned

He held onto hope, a guitar in hand

Through failures and setbacks, he carried on

His spirit unbroken, like the light of dawn

For in this land of vast possibility

He found his true voice, his creativity

Not a country star, but a poet of verse

His immigrant roots a blessing, not a curse

In the land of the free, he found his way

And in his heart, America will always stay.